A/N: i hope this is to your liking,

disclaimer: not mine, don't sue.

Chapter thirteen.

The visit to St. Mungos had been a traumatic one for Lily. She hated seeing Emma like that, she was all spacey and very loopy. But Lily had other things on her mind at the moment.

She still had to start planning her wedding, she also had to plan a funeral for her parents, which was something she should have done ages ago. Her holiday was almost over and she still hadn't really gotten to know her son.

As much as she didn't like her sister Petunia she still wanted to see her on this holiday. She wanted to scare her, pretend to be haunting her; she thought that would be very fun.

She also wanted to put her mind off what lay ahead of her when she returned to 1979.

It was only 6:30 in the morning, very early, Lily wasn't usually a mornings person, but she couldn't sleep. James was fast asleep, so she decided to go for a walk around the grounds.

She put on some light blue jeans, a turquoise singlet and a black jacket. She pulled her hair into a loose bun; she then tied her shoelaces and set out down the many staircases. She put her hands in her pockets; the air was cold and damp. The grass was speckled with drops of dew. Everything was quiet apart from the sound of a few birds chirping.

"Miss Evans?" a voice called, "Miss Evans?"

Lily turned around to see Dumbledore walking across the grounds towards her.

"Professor Dumbledore." She greeted him, "Good-morning. How did you know I was out here?"

"I saw you out of my window."

"Why are you up so early?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." He said,

"You go first." She smiled

"I rarely ever sleep for more than six hours. I have a lot on my mind all the time,"

he told her, "Now you."

"I couldn't sleep, I too have a lot on my mind."

"Lily, you need to relax, this is your holiday."

"It's very hard for me, I have to think about Harry, I haven't been able to speak to

him very much. I also have to plan the wedding, and fix everything when I go home and deal with Peter Pettigrew." She said, hissing the last two words,

"I dealt with him eighteen years ago Lily, you don't need to worry about that." Dumbledore smiled.

"What did you do?" she asked curiously

"You will see when you go home." He told her, Lily nodded, and she knew that even if she protested he would not tell her. Dumbledore liked the element of surprise.

"Remus tells me you went to St. Mungos yesterday. I suspect you were visiting Mrs. Emma Black?"

"Yes, she's a friend of mine."

"Are you ok?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Lily, you don't have to be strong."

"Yes I do. I do. Because I have to take care of James and Harry."

"Lily, you are only nineteen, only two years older than your son. You shouldn't have to worry about these things."

"I still haven't been able to organize a funeral for my parents." Lily and Dumbledore

came to a bench and sat down. She put her head in her hands and sighed heavily.

"I just don't know what to do."

"Lily, I think you should just forget everything for now, enjoy your holiday, and get to know your son."

"I want to!"

"He is a remarkable boy." He said, Lily nodded, "So are his friends, they would like to find out more about you and James too!"

"Lily? Professor Dumbledore?" a voice said, it was James; he hurried across the grounds with a smile on his face. He was wearing a blue shirt and black cargo pants.

"You two are up early." He said brightly, Lily looked at her watch; it was almost 7am. "I didn't know where you had gone. I woke up and you weren't there."

"Lily is just getting her priorities right." Dumbledore laughed, "Excuse me, but I believe Jeda the house-elf has returned with a new pair of socks for me." They watched the old man stride away in his periwinkle blue robes.

"I couldn't sleep," Lily said, "So I went for a walk, and Dumbledore came down to see me. I was confused, and he helped me out."

"He's a great man!" James said, "But he does have a strange obsession with socks."

Lily laughed, "Let's go, I'm hungry and I need some breakfast!" James nodded in agreement; he took her hand and led her up to the kitchens.

a/n: hey everyone! please review this chapter! and if you have the time please read and review my round-robin story, which is called 'the final year.' and the pen name is 'Marauder Chicks.'